A/N: Here's the new chapter, thanks for all the reviews btw they encourage me to write more though somehow I would think there would be more considering there are 47 people on the alert list lolz don't be shy people, post a review, tell me what you think.

1671, Japan Kyoto

"Father?" Kensei asked. "So it is true," he said.

"Huh?" Hiro said in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Kensei sighed. "I lied before… I was not told of your arrival – I foresaw it in a vision. In my vision, I saw myself in a world unlike anything I could ever imagine with buildings higher even then the mountains. In my vision, I was a part of that world, a powerful man, led by someone by the name of Linderman. In my vision I am called by a different name… Kaito Nakamura. All of this confuses me though there is only one thing I do not understand – Why?"

"It is destiny," Hiro said, wondering how on earth the man standing before him became his father. Hiro had been through a lot but this was something he would never have thought true. That still left a lot of questions though, one being did his father remember any of this in the future because it didn't seem like it from what Hiro knew. If his father didn't remember any of it then that created another question – why didn't he remember it?

"It could be," Kensei nodded. "Unfortunately, Destiny is a cruel master. The Akuma Clan's leader has visions like me, among other things. He is able to paint the future."

"Mr Isaac!" Hiro exclaimed happily, momentarily forgetting that Isaac was dead.

"Isaac?" Kensei asked. "No, not Isaac. His name is Sylar."

1670 Japan, Akuma Territory

The people of the Akuma clan were aggressive at first towards what they saw as an intruder but after Sylar had 'taken care' of several of their strongest warriors, leaving frozen chunks of their flesh scattered across the ground they began to treat him like a god. He made several unsuccessful attempts to travel back to the present time before he realised that he was not going anywhere. There was obviously something he needed to do here first and his precognitive mind was not allowing him to leave until he was done. He had no idea just what that thing was but he was sure it would come to him. Eventually.

In any case, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to return – Peter would be waiting for him and he had no desire to face him again any time soon. In the mean time, Sylar painted; pictures of a future or perhaps a past (depending on which way you looked at it) which made no sense to him.

One of the paintings showed a giant beast which seemed to be made of pure rock. At the top of the painting was the word Uluru. On the bottom was a cliff of rock hanging out from the ground with a man standing on it as if he was preparing to fight the beast. 'As if any human could fight something that monstrous,' thought Sylar. Another of the paintings showed a building that even he recognised as what must be the Emperors Palace. A giant shadow was on the wall seemingly chasing after the Emperor and he knew it was of himself but for what reason would he need to chase after the emperor? Yet another painting depicted a solar eclipse though for some reason the moon was red. It seemed as if a massacre had taken place and this time Sylar knew that it was not something he was responsible for. Several of the bodies were vaguely recognisable as some of the foolish villagers who believed him to be a god. There was no reason why he would kill any more of them, especially not now. Only time would tell what his true purpose there would be.

Three Months Ago (from the present time), African Jungle

Nathan Petrelli sighed in relief as he felt the pain go away. His body was sewing itself back together, his blood replenishing itself and the radiation poisoning fading away into nothingness. Even his vision was returning to him and from it he got the vague sense that not only had he been momentarily he had lost both eyes all together and now he was somehow growing new ones.

"The light will hurt at first," the woman said. "It will be as if you have never used them before which in-fact would be true in this case."

"What is your name?" Nathan asked, surprised that his voice seemed to have returned to normal which meant his throat and vocal cords had been repaired.

"Kelly," she said. "Kelly Linderman."

After a while, he could see her face and knew she was not lying about her name. She had Linderman's nose of all things, though it didn't look as pointy on her face. She had shoulder length black hair and her eyes were an emerald green. Nathan was reminded strongly of his wife Heidi.

"Your father is a rich man," Nathan said. "Why are you hiding all the way out here?"

"Hiding?" she laughed. "I am not hiding."

"Then what are you doing?" Nathan asked.

"Nothing," she said. "My job here is finished."

With that she shot up into the air and flew away leaving Nathan there to wonder what the hell had just happened.

A/N: So as not to be too confusing, Kelly Linderman is able to absorb powers, just like Peter.